Chapter 1001

Hearing that he was mistaken for a disciple of wushizong, Song Fei couldn't help laughing, looked at Zhao Yongfu thoughtfully and said, "is there a peeping mirror, it must be a disciple of wushizong?"

Lao Yongfu smiled confidently: "wushizong is famous in the fairy world, and the peeping mirror is a unique treasure of wushizong. Laojiu has been in the fairy world for 50000 years. So far, I haven't heard of anyone else using the peeping mirror."

"But?" Zhao Yongfu seemed to suddenly think of something. He seriously stared at the peeping mirror on Song Fei's head. After a long time, he frowned and said, "Yue Xiaoyou, you really just flew up?"

"Yes, today should be the seventh day after flying." Song Fei nodded.

Other people were not surprised, but the grizzly bear under Song Fei shouted, "master, you have only been flying for seven days?"

"Hmm!" Song Fei said faintly.

"Hey, hey, it's worthy of being my master. It's really abnormal." the grizzly bear looked up slightly and showed a flattering smile to Song Fei. Every mount hopes that its master is an unparalleled expert. Although the Golden Horn grizzly bear is in the misty mountains all year round, this nature will not change.

"That's strange." Zhao Yongfu mused. "I've only heard that only the fairy world can have this fairy level heaven viewing realm. How can there be a fairy level heaven viewing realm when you just flew up? Can you refine a large number of fairy tools from the human world where you are?"

Song Fei smiled without saying anything, neither admitting nor denying it.

Seeing that Song Fei stopped talking, Zhao Yongfu knew that he had asked too much. He was a little abrupt. He saluted Song Fei with his fist, and then asked, "brother Yue, what should we do next?"

Song Fei said, "I can't find a way to stand here for a long time. I'll still decide to find a way out. Help yourself."

The white cloud fairy hurriedly said, "white cloud is willing to be with elder martial brother Yue. I hope elder martial brother Yue won't abandon us."

"Anyone who is willing to go with me can keep up." Song Fei said faintly.

Zhao Yongfu smiled bitterly and said, "I'm afraid no one wants to stay."

Even some people who originally wanted to stay, after experiencing the red storm just now, I'm afraid they don't dare to stay in place.

"Brother Yue, let's go with you." the speaker was AI Liang, who had been rescued by Song Fei. Then all the others stood up, saluted Song Fei and asked to go on the road together.

Song Fei randomly chose a direction and drove the one horned grizzly bear forward.

Even knowing that the death Jedi are boundless, people still dare not fly across the air. There are various legends about the misty mountains, and one of the most terrible death Jedi is more terrible than other places in the misty mountains. Even the misty mountains can't leap, not to mention the current terrorist area.

Although the sky looks very calm now, who knows if there will be any unexpected danger in the process of flying.

However, there were also those who did not give up. A tall and thin middle-aged immortal said to Song Fei, "brother Yue, let's put some living creatures up to see if there is any danger in the sky."

Song Fei smiled and said, "my mount is reluctant. If you have a living creature, please help yourself."

The friar nodded with his right hand, and five golden flying insects appeared between his palms. Then driven by the friar, the flying insects immediately flew towards the sky.

Unexpectedly, there is an immortal who resists insects. It's a heresy in his cultivation. It's very difficult to become an immortal. I don't know how he became an immortal.

The five insects flew to the sky and rotated back and forth for three circles in the sky. Then the middle-aged smiled and said, "it seems that the sky is not dangerous. Let's fly and look for it."

As soon as the voice fell, the five golden insects suddenly exploded into a blood mist and dissipated. The middle-aged immortal suddenly changed his face and said happily, "fortunately, he didn't fly up."

Song Fei frowned and asked, "I don't feel any power at all. As the master of the insect, what do you find?"

The middle-aged immortal smiled bitterly and shook his head and said, "no, an unknown force suddenly appeared, coming and going without a trace."

Song Fei said, "it's better to walk at ease. Don't try easily for unknown dangers. This area is too strange. Try to avoid any possible dangers."

Song Fei's words were deeply thought by everyone.

Zhao Yongfu is familiar with Song Fei. He walks beside Song Fei's grizzly bear all the way. They occasionally say a few words. Song Fei also learned a lot of information about the fairyland from Zhao Yongfu's mouth.

About ten kilometers away, a long and narrow Hill suddenly appeared on the black flat ground. The hill is very low, only about ten meters high, but it cuts off everyone's line of sight and makes people unable to see the scene ahead.

Song Fei sat on the grizzly bear and frowned. He wondered whether to pass through the hill. Everything in this area looked strange. Should he take a detour.

Soon, the team led by Song Fei came to the bottom of the hill.

When they got close, they saw the color of the hill more and more clearly. It turned out that most of them were flesh color, and only a small part were other colors sandwiched on the hill. There were all kinds of colors.

It was like a lump of meat in front of everyone.

"Are we going out?" a fairy looked up at the hill, his face showing a very happy expression. After saying this, his body immediately ran towards the hill, trying to stand on the hill and look at the distant scenery.

"Don't go up." Zhao Yongfu shouted in situ, but it was late. The immortal had climbed to the top of the mountain and stood on the top of the mountain to look into the distance.

"Ah!" an inexplicable force appeared. The flesh and blood of the immortal who had just stood on the hill melted like a wax statue. When he wanted to escape back, he found that his feet melted the most and had been integrated with the hill. Then, the immortal watched his flesh melt little by little, but he couldn't escape in the process and even commit suicide.

"Help, help me." the shrill wail sounded very sad.

The people below could only mourn for him. No one dared to rescue him. They watched him with a sad cry. Finally, his throat melted and the cry became silent. However, from his hands waving hard, they could imagine his loud cry.

Finally, the waving hands melted away and integrated with the whole person's other bodies. They all "dropped" on the small hill and really integrated with the hill. It seemed that there was another lump of meat on the small hill.

Suddenly someone said, "these meat are not all composed of the flesh of immortals."

As soon as he said this, everyone took a breath, and a cold breath rushed straight to the top of his head from the soles of his feet, making everyone cold.